@flowercloud @TIGERFOOT @SWALLOWPAW Something dripped inside her cave, a tentative plip........... plip .......... plip....... that grated on her every nerve, a ticking clock that only made her more eager to leave with every passing day. Soon that aggravating plip-plip-plip would solidify with the coming frost and drive another crack up her wall, another symbolic fracturing of her clan as she allowed the problems of her predecessors to fester.
She had not had the will to move into Coffeestar's old den. Too big, too full of memories and faded sickness and desperate hope. Despite all things, Coffeestar had been her leader for... almost her entire life, and there was an aching hole left where the old woman once lay, a hole that Hawkstar would never go near if she could help.
They came to her one by one, each dragging their paws with caution, or distaste, or some other emotion she did not have time for. "Thank you all for your attendance." an offering of good will wrapped in bristles and thorns. She had disposed of Coffeestar's council as best she could, doing away with the sun-guards and picking a deputy that had never served the former queen; fresh ideas for a fresh start... and hopefully ones that would not be so ornery in the face of change.
"I understand some of you may have doubts about my plans, that you find my methods unorthodox or uncouth. That's fine. I can deal with doubts and critique, but I am not here to play and I'm not here to simper. If you are not interested in exacting my orders and serving our clan as I do, you are free to leave. Otherwise... I need a counted stock of the herbs we have and how long they'll keep if they were to be carried and," she turned her hawk's eye to Flowercloud,
"I need to get a final headcount before we leave. Our warriors will no doubt be tired at first light, but I'm relying on that. Weary paws are easier for young apprentices and kits to follow - I don't need any of our more insistent individuals shooting ahead and leaving our caregivers and youngsters behind." She thought of Lostmoon, whose belly seemed to grow a little bit everyday, whose kits would have to be due before the end of leaf-fall... a necessary sacrifice. "If we time this right, we should reach the other clans before the worst of leaf-bare and with luck, their hunting grounds won't be filled with rats and sewage." not like ours, at least.
Any questions?"